meet my piggy oc. her name is michin
The King and His Cub: Catching Up
Just when Xiaotian thought he could not catch up with his Baba's speed, Wukong proved otherwise.
Wholesome moment before trauma
Panny & branch belong to:
@candlecoveparody & @chaoticlotus
Stitch belong to:
Me
Signol: So, do you recognize any of them?
Shard Savior: I was hiding in a stall, and I didn't see his face... but I heard him. He was singing along to the music at the bar.
Signol: Do you remember what he was singing?
Shard: I think it was "I want it that way"
Signol: Backstreet Boys, I'm familiar... Okay.
Signol: Number one, could you please sing the opening to "I want it that way"?
Stratosfear: Really? Okay... You are my fire
Signol: Number two, keep it going.
Ixol: The one desire :<??
Signol: Number three!
Verfection: Believe when I say,
Signol: Number four!
Voixer: I want it that way...?
Signol: TELL ME WHY
All suspects: (??) Ain't nothing but a heartache (??)
Signol: TEEELLL ME WHY
All suspects: (??) Ain't nothing but a mistake (??)
Signol: Now, number five!
Cyalm: I never wanna hear you say,
(Signol: WOOH!)
All suspects: I want it that way.-
Signol: Ahh, chills. Literal. Chills.
Shard: It was number five. Number five killed my brother.
Signol: Oh stars, I forgot about that part...
experimenting with brushes and styles and stuff.... i spent like 2 weeks drawing nothing but ms paint doodles and i think my art has been permanently affected.. (ill go back to full good art / my comic sooooon i promise i just gotta get these things outta my head)
Remember when Miss Piggy played all four witches of Oz?
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Hello, My name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.
📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.
😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
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